Me and my old men

Living in liminality

It’s easier to find comfort in the stories of elderly people who isolate themselves far from their own reality, who talk to cats and hole themselves up to write their next epic novel. 
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Growing Pains

Living in liminality

I myself never experienced growing pains as seen on screen, and not just because I’ve stayed the same height since the eighth grade.
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Stitched

Living in liminality

In the most cliche of ways, I stumbled upon my mum’s film camera in the corner of a closet, tucked among files of old bank statements and dust-covered boxes of memoirs.
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Wistful windows

Living in liminality

To yearn allows oneself the time to slow down, to sit in silence and consider, even wallow, in the weight of our emotions.
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Between the bars

Living in liminality

Liminality lies in the initiation of the first breath, as the conductor’s baton rises and the orchestra takes a collective inhale.
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Biracial binaries

Living in liminality

As a biracial person born southeast of London, my narrative may differ from Hong Kingston’s, but it still reproduces a similar binary with all its associated emotions.
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Lost in translation

Living in liminality

As I approach a translated work, I am often conflicted about whether I am introducing myself to the text with the arrogance of ignorance.
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